Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kenya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Arcadia to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nas. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.